Dragon Altars Of Doom текст песни, слова песни Altars Of Doom Dragon
Dragon - Altars Of Doom
Thorny winding streets
A train of drunk undertakers
Digging their own graves
The altar full of tongues
Of fluent politicians
Altar of suffering
Of the holocaust
The towns of grey sick faces
Jerking the ropes
Which keep them
In constant suspense
Every day struggles
With darkness for light
Shadows disperse
As there comes the night
The last rays
Of the dying world
Locked in the sockets of empty skulls
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